Page 15 of Relentless Oath

Without waiting for a reply, I went in the direction of where Nico had disappeared. There was no sign of him. Feeling dejected, I made my way across the dance floor, where I ran into Dario yet again.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“I’m heading home,” I said tightly. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, no matter how attractive I found him. Nico had gotten away.

He moved closer to me, blocking my way. “How about you reconsider?”

He reached forward and before I knew it, he had an arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me up to him and onto the dance floor.

I resisted the urge to push away, not wanting to cause a scene. He pulled me closer, inappropriately so, but I didn’t protest.

How long had it been since anyone held me in their arms?

I felt the tension leave my body as his hand landed just above my waist to rest on the small of my back. His touch felt like fire as he rocked me gently across the dance floor.

Against my better judgment, he pulled me closer, and I found myself allowing it.

For a moment, I forgot my mission. I blocked everything out and just enjoyed the moment, pretending that I belonged there,pretending that I was just like everyone else, instead of a broken version of myself.

I felt a tear escape and I laid my cheek against his chest to hide it.Keep it together, Mya.

For a moment, I just let it all go. I let go of the hate. The pain.

His hands rubbed up and down my back. It felt comforting. It felt like I belonged there.

Startled by my own thoughts, I pulled away abruptly. To my surprise, he caught me by my hand. “Running away from me again?”

I didn’t answer. I pulled my hand from his and walked away without another glance.

I prayed that he wouldn’t follow. I couldn’t deal with him now. Grumbling, I made my way across the dance floor, around the couples who belonged there. These were people who were invited, people that didn’t have murderous thoughts.

And then I saw him. It was the right place and right time. So, he hadn’t left. He was talking to a woman, a different one, then he threw back his head and laughed at something she said.

I hated the sound of it. The rage built up again.

He was moving now, toward a private balcony just off the main library. It was a restricted area, but clearly, he didn’t care. His disregard for the rules was going to be the death of him—literally.

He was lighting a cigarette and his back was turned toward me.

Now!My mind screamed.

Glancing around, I saw no one. I stepped forward into the room and reached for the gun. Pulling it from my purse, I aimed it right at the back of his head. He was only ten feet away from me. I wouldn’t miss.

This is for you, Jason.

CHAPTER SIX

Dario

Where had she gone?

“Joseph, you got eyes on Mya?” I said to him as I crossed the room and saw him standing near the edge of the stairs, scanning the area.

“Yeah. She headed toward the library.”

“And how about Nico?”

“He’s good, boss. Went to get a cigarette with some brunette.”

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